Amanda’s POV.
“So,” Damon starts. I figured out his name when we were between the bar and the lavish hotel he was apparently spending a few weeks in. We’re in the hotel now, in the elaborate suite he’d booked just for himself. I paused in my surveying of the room to look at him.
He smirked and took a sip from the tumbler of whiskey in his hand. “You’re a mated female,” he tipped his head to the side, eyes focused on the side of my neck and my face reddened a little. “I can see your mate’s mark and can also sense the bond, so I assume your mate is still alive.”
I nodded slowly and fought the urge to add that he might as well be dead to me.
“Most mated wolves I’ve encountered tend to prefer the… company of their own mates to others,” he paused and my face got even redder. “So, if you don
